I guess, so long as they're not looking for food and happen to eat meat.

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They had an excerpt giving levels of technology above ours in the order as I remember it:

1 was Star Trek as a comparison

2 was Star Wars as a comparison

3 was Stargate as a comparison

4 was Q from Star Trek the next generation as a comparison

5 was the Time Lords from Dr. Who as a comparison

Yeah I'm sort of hoping for a Borg like assimilation myself. That or something like a Necromonger conversion a la Chronicles of Riddick. Either way, there's at least opportunity to rise to the top of one badass organization.

I guess, so long as they're not looking for food and happen to eat meat.

Then we would ask them to go vegan......

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They had an excerpt giving levels of technology above ours in the order as I remember it:

1 was Star Trek as a comparison

2 was Star Wars as a comparison

3 was Stargate as a comparison

4 was Q from Star Trek the next generation as a comparison

5 was the Time Lords from Dr. Who as a comparison

Yeah I'm sort of hoping for a Borg like assimilation myself. That or something like a Necromonger conversion a la Chronicles of Riddick. Either way, there's at least opportunity to rise to the top of one badass organization.

The title story for this nook was great for that kind of situation ...... The part where the little human boy was assaulted by a unit of soldiers from an enemy war cruiser was fantasic. The observer did not know what a "Bad mans" was but vowed to never be associated with that description ever after the unit and their entire ship was vaporized by a stick pointed at them. Earth did come to their aid ... planet and all ... and the moon since the humnas had grown used to it.

The title story for this nook was great for that kind of situation ...... The part where the little human boy was assaulted by a unit of soldiers from an enemy war cruiser was fantasic.

Hey that sounds just like me as a kid with matches, a can of hair spray, and a bed of fire ants. I guess the only couple of differences were ant intelligence and their lack of war cruisers. Now that would have made it interesting, for I would have been running for my dad's 12 gauge. I can see it now. "I am the primate god! This scepter is my boomstick!"

The title story for this nook was great for that kind of situation ...... The part where the little human boy was assaulted by a unit of soldiers from an enemy war cruiser was fantasic.

Hey that sounds just like me as a kid with matches, a can of hair spray, and a bed of fire ants. I guess the only couple of differences were ant intelligence and their lack of war cruisers. Now that would have made it interesting, for I would have been running for my dad's 12 gauge. I can see it now. "I am the primate god! This scepter is my boomstick!"

We did not have fire ants where I grew up so the hairspray and lighter wnet toward the elimination of wasps, which was a little more sporting since I went after them in the air. Of course, the wings of a wasp are not very suitable for flight once they have been close to the "flamethrower" that was the hairspray propellant. I did not use hairspray for yellowjackets as they were too aggressive and I did not like beign stung. Yellowjackets got the primative fuel air explosive that was a Campbell's soup can of gasoline followed by a lit road flare. I nearly killed a maple tree with one of those after a hornet nest. The vapor ignition was larger than the spread of the limbs so every leaf on the tree was burned off. I delayed the flare a little longer than normal which created a much larger vapor cloud and nearly got my hair in the huge fireball. No hornets survived and none were able to sting anyone in that attack, but I scaled back the amount of gasoline after that.

_________________With friends like Guido, you will not have enemies for long.

“Intellect is invisible to the man who has none” Arthur Schopenhauer

"The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has its limits."Albert Einstein

Wasp wings don't like soapy water either. Knocks them right down. Filled up many a super soaker with Dawn and water, put it on a spray pattern, and got them either on the nest and even while flying. They go right after the bright orange barrel tip which of course is the thing moving around most. Like shooting fish in a barrel and you won't burn anything down.

Reminds me--couple of days ago at work I walked up to my clipboard only to find a wasp looking creature crawling around on it as long as my thumb and I swear, half as big around. Biggest wasp I've ever seen. It was solid black with a blue tint on its grasshopper-looking wings Didn't look like a dirt dauber at all either, just a hugeass wasp. Gonna have to look that one up and find out what it is.

One house we lived in had an infestation of digger wasps in the yard. These were black and yellow and HUGE. They dug tunnels moles would not have a problem getting into and left mounds you could use to pitch baseball from. We used badminton rackets on them whilst in the air and chunks of dry ice to get them in their nests. We killed dozens every year for three or four years before breaking their cycle.

_________________With friends like Guido, you will not have enemies for long.

“Intellect is invisible to the man who has none” Arthur Schopenhauer

"The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has its limits."Albert Einstein

Man I'd hate to mistakingly run over something like that with a mower...or should I just drive up, leave the blade on, and stop?

I bid farewell to a colony of paper wasps in my carport back when we moved. They had been there for years and I never could kill them off. They were mean little bastards that would turn, face the vehicle driving up, and open up their wings in formation as if ready to swarm. They looked just like a row of little F-14 tomcats ready for launch. Problem was that my parking spot put my door directly under them. I had to park halfway out and they'd still all eyeball me, turning as I walked out of the car and into the house. One pegged me right on the tip of the nose once. Whole face swole up, half from the sting, half from my own blow swatting at him.

I can't tell you how many cans of raid I poured into the cracks or how many times I filled my water gun with soapy water and drenched them. The wood around their entry/exit point was literally whitewashed.

My great uncle lived in the same old farm house for as long as I remember him. For almost as long I remember him fighting the colony of bumblebees living in the exterior wall near the back door. Like most of the folks of that age in the area, they rarely used anything other than the back door and that held true for all visitors other than strangers. It was not long after I got my first BB gun that the tide finally turned in that battle. He discovered my BB gun was perfect for shooting the little buggers as they entered anf exited the hole thy had made in the wall without doing more damage to the siding. He would sit in a chair almost all day some days just plinking away at the bees. He finally plugged the hole after the first day he did not see any activity. He was afraid to plug it before in case the bees would be forced to exit into the house or would open more holes to the exterior. I was driving by that time and had "donated" many hours to that cause in the interim years.

The best part was that my uncle only had one arm as the other had been ripped off in a mining accident when my mother was just a girl. He still shot better than most people with two arms.... as hundreds of bumblebees discovered. I still think of those days when I see a bumblebee or one of the faux bumblebees, which I now suspect may have been the actual species we were shooting.

_________________With friends like Guido, you will not have enemies for long.

“Intellect is invisible to the man who has none” Arthur Schopenhauer

"The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has its limits."Albert Einstein

I had to use a pellet gun pumped up good, because a BB gun wasn't powerful enough for the golf ball sized yellow and black furry jacket bumble bees at the place I built in the White Mountain area in AZ. Mothy would befriend them until they stung him multiple times, and he fell on a red ant hill that attacked in the many thousands, also stinging. Then he would run insanely to the creek, where hundreds of crawdads would finish him off.

_________________"With every decision, think seven generations ahead of the consequences of your actions" Ute rule of life.“We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors; we borrow it from our children”― Chief Seattle“Those Who Have the Privilege to Know Have the Duty to Act”…Albert Einstein

I remember years ago I lived in a cheap damp bedsit. One night I got up and saw these silver fish crawling amongst the floor. Yip my ethics went out the window and I killed them. Sometimes fear and shock overpowers ones beliefs. I went back to bed and felt uneasy. Jumping out of bed and putting the light on there was loads of them, one was on my pillow. I flattened the lot of them and and soon discovered where the nest was. I poured fairy liquid down where they came from and soon the queen appeared. I flattened her. End of infestation.

We are all full of contradictions and hypocrisies. Purity only exists in the Christ.

I remember years ago I lived in a cheap damp bedsit. One night I got up and saw these silver fish crawling amongst the floor. Yip my ethics went out the window and I killed them. Sometimes fear and shock overpowers ones beliefs. I went back to bed and felt uneasy. Jumping out of bed and putting the light on there was loads of them, one was on my pillow. I flattened the lot of them and and soon discovered where the nest was. I poured fairy liquid down where they came from and soon the queen appeared. I flattened her. End of infestation.

Yes. And this is what we now need to do with bed bugs which have grown in infestation rates across North America and Europe. They bite and they spread relentlessly. We need to kill them. it's ok.

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We are all full of contradictions and hypocrisies. Purity only exists in the Christ.

Christ gave his disciples advice on where to fish in order to increase their yeild. What do you think he would have advised his disciples if they were infested with bed bugs? Christ was a human being just like you and me.

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I would like to add even 20 years on I do regret that act.

What else do you regret? We are all regretful of something. This is the human predicament. If i may be so bold .... I might suggest that your regret gives you a certain sense of "SELF". If you were to give up your regret, who would you be?

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I'm on medication so I see these animals with an intense guilt. Probably a guilt as such it counter attacks the benefits it is supposed to be helping me with.

Hmmm, ..... What if you were to give up both your guilt and your medication? What would happen then? Okay, so keep your medication, but what would happen if you gave up your guilt?

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Thousands of years ago cats were worshipped as Gods, they have never forgotten this.

Ha-ha. I see this comment as funny yet so true. I don't think any species has forgotten their inherent freedom. The cat who lives with me could attest to this fact as she is constantly reminding all of us here .... while she stretches out .... LANGUIDLY, ... CASUALLY, ... WAITING TO BE PET AND FED! They have no concepts that bind them to anything other than what they are. Even slum cats know they are divine.

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Gaia as a living organism may see us as I saw the silver fish on that fateful night.

Ahhhh, but although Gaia is a beautiful concept in that it at least recognizes that we are connected not only to each other but also to our environment, ... that we are not separate from our environment, ..... the concept itself is not really different from the idea of an over-seer, or a god, or a mum and dad who constantly looks over us. This idea is very deeply conditioned. The idea of god, an overseer, a Gaia .... or whatever may be conceived .... is simply a concept. One concept may be more clever than another, but is stlll a concept. I would venture to say that there is no Gaia over-seeing your squashing of the silverfish because the siver fish are Gaia and so are you.

While we may be Gaia, we are on our own. Do we dare think of such a thing?

Mothy, .... are you listening?

What would it be if we had absloutely no beliefs? Who would you be if your belief that you were depressed was dropped?

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Even at your most foolish a dog will imitate you in its quest for your affection.

It would seem that dogs are born happy .... as we are. Happinesss is our natural state.

I think the Christs advice on where to fish meant where best to send his disciples to preach Gods word.

Regret is something you reflect on and then with a conscience try to atone for it with a positive reaction.

I don't see happiness as a natural state. The baby comes out of the womb screaming. Even before we were slaves to the system when women were real mothers and men were hunter/gatherers, fear/sadness,anger,envy,jealousy etc kept happiness from being experienced on many an occasion.

Can a conscience become so heavy it becomes a demon to that person and the flip side that a person without a conscience becomes a demon?

Sometimes I pity yet sometimes envy the pyschopath/ sociopath

Much of what I write on here is spontaneity of thought. I like to see intelligent minds dissecting and even ridiculing 'my' thoughts. I find it very interesting and humerous.

It seems to me this political correctness nonsense has not only inhibited free speech but also diminished the freedom our sense of humour needs to laugh at certain situations/ minorities.

I have had plenty of humour pointed at me at being a vegan,( the last time I looked at the dietary habits of the human race I was in the minority) what did I do? I laughed and took it with a pinch of salt because that is what it is humour. Laughter is the best medicine and its being slowly bottled up with unscrewable tops.

Teaching a child not to step on a caterpillar is as valuable to the child as it is to the caterpillar. Once a child has been taught not to respect the very small as his/her mind becomes bigger so might that which he/she will want to kill.Mothy.